#Chapter 260: Other Half

Ava The morning sun cast long shadows over the ruins of the Packhouse as Chris and I picked our way through the debris. The acrid smell of smoke still hung heavy in the air, making my eyes water and my throat itch. Charred wood crunched beneath our feet, and here and there, small wisps of smoke still rose from the wreckage even though the fires had been put out last night. If it weren’t for the other Alphas showing up when they did, however, the building would have still been smoldering now. And for that, Chris and I would forever be grateful. We approached what remained of Olivia’s garish throne, which was now nothing more than a heap of blackened rubble in the center of what was once the banquet hall. I felt a fresh surge of anger bubble up beneath my skin and kicked at its base with the toe of my boot, watching with grim satisfaction as it crumbled further in on itself. “Well, that’s rather symbolic, isn’t it?” Chris chuckled from beside me. I sneered,